July 12, 2008 at 5:55 am
· Filed under Solid Gold Hits ·Tagged Fight For Your Right, mom, No, Please, porno mag
You wake up late for school – man you don’t wanna go
You ask you mom, “Please?” – but she still says, “No!”
You missed two classes – and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you’re some kind of jerk
(chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party
You pop caught you smoking – and he said, “No way!”
That hypocrite – smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)
(repeat chorus)
Don’t step out of this house if that’s the clothes you’re gonna wear
I’ll kick you out of my home is you don’t cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, “What’s that noise?”
Aw, mom you’re just jealous – it’s the Beastie Boys!
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July 12, 2008 at 5:53 am
· Filed under Solid Gold Hits ·Tagged Crystal Bal, Planned, Sabotage, So
I Can’t Stand It I Know You Planned It
I’ma’ Set It Straight This Watergate
I Can’t Stand Rockin’ When I’m In Here
‘Cause Your Crystal Bal Ain’t So Crystal Clear
So While You Sit Back And Wonder Why
I Got This Fuckin’ Thorn In My Side
Oh My God It’s A Mirage
I’m Tellin’ Y’all It’s Sabotage
So So So..
So Listen Up ‘Cause You Can’t Say Nothin’
You’ll Shut Me Down With A Push Of Your Button
But Yo I’m Out And I’m Gone
I’ll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On
‘Cause What You See You Might Not Get
And We Can Bet So Don’t You Get Souped Yet
Scheming On A Thing That’s A Mirage
I’m Trying To Tell You Now It’s Sabotage
Why…!
Our Backs Are Now Against The Wall
Listen All Of Y’all It’s A Sabotage
Listen All Of Y’all It’s A Sabotage
Listen All Of Y’all It’s A Sabotage
Listen All Of Y’all It’s A Sabotage
I Can’t Stand It I Know You Planned It
I’ma’ Set It Straight This Watergate
But I Can’t Stand Rockin’ When I’m In This Place
Because I Feel Disgrace Because You’re All In My Face
But Make No Mistakes And Switch Up My Channel
I’m Buddy Rich When I Fly Off The Handle
What Could It Be It’s A Mirage
You’re Scheming On A Thing That’s Sabotage
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July 12, 2008 at 5:51 am
· Filed under Solid Gold Hits ·Tagged awkward, BAM, Captivating, devastating, Know, Mesmerizing, Nuff, tantalizing, Wanna
If You
If You
Wanna Know
Wanna Know
The real deal about the three
Well let me tell you
We’re triple trouble ya’ll
We’re gonna bring you up to speed
Cause I’m a specializer, rhyme reviser
Ain’t selling out to advertisers
What you get is what you see
And you won’t see me out there advertising
See I like to party not drink Bacardi ‘Cause I’m not looking to throw up on nobody
Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel
‘Cause this is like having a delicious meal
Moving the crowd, well that’s a must
I got some words that apply to us and that’s
Mesmerizing, tantalizing
Captivating, we’re devastating
If You
If You
Wanna Know
Wanna Know
The real deal about the three
Well let me tell you
We’re triple trouble ya’ll
We’re gonna bring you up to speed
Here’s one for the bleachers and the upper tier
Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer
If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere
Run this rap game like a brigadier
I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven
Snares on the five and thirteen
Rhymes on time and that’s the given
We’re hot on the disco scene check it a check it
Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin’
The source of the problem is at the origin
You’ve got lyrics that have got me cringin’
You’re like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin’
If You
If You
Wanna Know
Wanna Know
The real deal about the three
Well let me tell you
We’re triple trouble ya’ll
We’re gonna bring you up to speed
Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn
Cerrone on the microphone I am
Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar
My rhymes are better
What the Helen in Troy is that?
Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack?
I’m beautiful you can’t touch me
If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed
We’re originators you can’t feign
Ignorance or pass the blame
‘Nuff rhymes coming out the brain
‘Nuff beats to drive you insane
‘Nuff moves to make your neck crane
‘Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain
‘Nuff heat to leave you in flames
‘Nuff style that you can’t defame
You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt
With the style so new y’all be like what?
Turn the party out like a bon vivant
With the skill at will that I know you want
On a hot day sip on iced latte
Devious like Wyllie Coyote
Hot to trote or maybe not-e
‘Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body
Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating
If You
If You
Wanna Know
Wanna Know
The real deal about the three
Well let me tell you
We’re triple trouble ya’ll
We’re gonna bring you up to speed
Roses are beautiful to look at, but they’re thorny
Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle
thus making their beauty a bit awkward
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July 12, 2008 at 5:47 am
· Filed under Solid Gold Hits ·Tagged ask, Body Movin, left, right
“Ready one, you will do this four times with the left
four with the right then eight times with both, then repeat”
Ah..clap your hands..
Body movin’ body movin’
A1 sound’ sound so soothing
Body movin’ body movin’
We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’
Now let me get some action from the back section
We need body rockin’ not perfection
Let your back bone flip but don’t slip a disc
And let your spine unwind just take a risk
I wanna’ do the freak until the break of dawn
Tell me party people is that so wrong
The ship is docking inter-lockin
And up-rockin’ electro-shocking
We’re getting down computer action
Do the robotic satisfaction
Now all of y’all ah get off the wall
Have a ball and get involved with
Body movin’ body movin’
A1 sound’ sound so soothing
Body movin’ body movin’
We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’
“Stand erect, arms down. Swing left arm big same with the right”
Flame on, I’m gone
I’m so sweet like a nice bon bon
Came out rapping when I was born
Mom said rock it ’til the break of dawn
Puttin bodies in motion ’cause I got the notion
Well like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion
The sound of the music makin’ you insane
You can’t explain to people this type of mind frame
And like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap
I’m fine like wine when I start to rap
We need body rockin’ not perfection
Let me get some action from the back section
Body movin’ body movin’
A1 sound’ sound so soothing
Body movin’ body movin’
We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’
“Left arm ready and one, and again, stand erect”
Mike D huhaa with the master plan
I said ooh my my and thank you ma’am
And when I grab the mic you scream Ooh god damn
The creme de la creme is who I am
MCA where have you been
Packed like sardines in the tin..tin
So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins
‘Cause when it comes to quarries I’m known to swim
And Adrock light up the place
And if you pull my card you pull the ace
And if you ask me turn up the bass
And if you play defender I could be your hyper space so
Body movin’ body movin’
A1 sound’ sound so soothing
Body movin’ body movin’
We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’
“You will do eight hops on the left, eight on the right
Four left four right, two left, two right, the one each
Left right, left right. Start and land on the balls of the feet
Left foot, ready it’s one two three four five”
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July 12, 2008 at 5:40 am
· Filed under Solid Gold Hits ·Tagged Hurra, Microphone, Mr Zu Zu, One, Sure Shot, Three, Two, Yoo Hoo
‘Cause You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
‘Cause You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
‘Ah Well You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Mike D Come And Rock The Sure Shot
I’ve Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo
I’m On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu
I’m A Newlywed I’m Not A Divorcee yeah
And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey
Well It’s The Taking of the Pelham, One, Two, Three
If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me
I’ve Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhymin’
I Keep It On And On, It’s Never Quitting Time And
Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go
Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose
I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I’m Ready To Go
‘Cause At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario
You Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak
To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak
I’ve Got More Action Than My Man John Woo
And I’ve Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Carew yeah
Because You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Because You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
You Know You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot
Hurra Hurra
Cane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums
Listen Everybody ‘Cause I’m Shifting Gears I’m
Fresh Like Dougie When I Get My Specs And
On The Microphone I Come Correct
Timing Like A Clock When I Rock The Hip-Hop
Well Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box
I’ve Got More Rhymes Than I’ve Got Grey Hairs
And That’s Alot Because I’ve Got My Share ooh whee
I’ve Got A Hole In My Head And There’s No One To Fix It
I Gotta’ Straighten My Thoughts I’m Thinking Too Much yea Sick Shit yea
Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes
I’ll Have To Step Back, I’ve Gotta’ Contemplate
Well I’m Like Lee Perry, I’m Very
On Rock The Microphone And Then I’m Gone
I’m Like Vaughn Bode, I’m a Cheech Wizard
Never Quittin’, So Won’t You Listen
“Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Yes Indeed It’s Fun Time”
‘Cause You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Because You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
‘Ah Well You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot
I Want To Say a Little Something That’s Long Overdue
The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through
To All The Mothers And The Sisters And The Wives And Friends
I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End
Well You Say I’m Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking
But I’m Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking
So I’m Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Just Watching My T.V. yeah
I’m Still Listening To Wax, I’m Not Using The CD
Well I’m That Kid In The Corner
All Fucked Up And I Wanna’ So I’m Gonna’ yea
Take A Piece Of The Pie Why Not I’m Not Quittin’
Think I’ma’ Change Up My Style Just To Fit In
I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic
I Use A Bullshit Mic That’s Made Out Of Plastic
To Send My Rhymes Out To All The Nations
Like Ma Bell, I’ve Got The Ill Communications
‘Cause You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
‘Cause You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
‘Ah Well You Can’t You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Keep On And Rockin’ The Sure Shot
B-Boys.. B-Girls..
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July 12, 2008 at 5:38 am
· Filed under Solid Gold Hits ·Tagged Do it, exile, Intergalactic, Mr. Spock, Planetary, step
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
Well now don’t you tell me to smile
You stick around I’ll make it worth your while
Got numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe it’s because I’m so versatile
Style profile I said
It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child
From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the marathon just up until the very last mile
Well if you battle me I will revile
People always say my style is wild
You’ve got gall you’ve got guile guile
To step to me I’m a rapophile
If you want to battle you’re in denial
Coming from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
Jazz and Awol that’s our team
Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene
When it comes to beats well I’m a fiend
I like my sugar with coffee and cream
Well I gotta’ keep it going keep it going full steam
Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean
Well on the tough guy style I’m not too keen
To try to change the world I will plot and scheme
Mario C likes to keep it clean clean
Gonna’ shine like a sunbeam beam
Keep on rappin’ cause that’s my dream dream
Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes
Now when it comes to envy y’all is green
Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine tine
Another dimension new galaxy
Intergalactic planetary
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
Well from the family tree of old school hip-hop
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks
The rhymes will spread just like a pox
‘Cause the music is live like an electric shock
I am known to do the Wop wop
Also known for the Flintstone Flop flop
Tammy D getting biz on the crop crop
Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop
“Mmmh..drop” “Do it”
Now when I wrote graffiti my name was Slop
If my rap’s soup my beats is stock
Step from the tables when I start to chop
I’m a lumber jack DJ Adrock
If you try to knock me you’ll get mocked
I’ll stir fry you in my wok
Your knees’ll start shaking and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Another Dimension Another Dimesnsion”
“Do it”
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July 12, 2008 at 5:35 am
· Filed under Solid Gold Hits ·Tagged aluminum, Disco, Fred, hu-huh, Michael Diamond, Pig Pen, Sam, Shake, Shake your rump
Now Randy listen I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people they be Jonesin’ just to hear me rock the mic
In the right car at the right price in mint condition
They’ll be staring at the radio staying up all night
So like a pimp I’m pimpin’
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin’
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man MCA’s got a beard like a billy goat
Oowah oowah is my disco call
MCA hu-huh I’m gettin’ rope y’all
Routines I bust rhymes I write
And I’ll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken or you’ll be picking your nose
I’m on time and that’s how it goes
You heard my style I think you missed the point
That’s the joint
Mike D with your bad self running things
What’s up with your bad breath onion rings
I’m Nike D and I’m back from the dead
Chillin’ with Pig Pen down at Club Med
Make another record ’cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you got clout
Other DJ’s he’ll take your head out
A puppet on a string I’m paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing I’m
In a lava lamp inside the brain hotel
I might be peakin’ or freakin’ I’m known to rock well
The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
Shake your rump
Never been dumped ’cause I’m the most mackinest
Never been jumped ’cause I’m known the most packinest
Yeah we’ve got beef chief
We’re knocking out teeth chief
And if you don’t believe us you should question your belief Keith
Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip no skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
Whoo ha yo garcon the cheque
Running from the law the press and the parents
Is your name Michael Diamond?
No mine’s Clarence
From downtown Manhattan the village
My style is wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping and you’re doing the bump
Shake your rump
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July 12, 2008 at 5:28 am
· Filed under Solid Gold Hits ·Tagged 1010, Bronx, Brownstones, Nyc, Queens, skyscrapers, Staten, Testi Canzoni, trees, water towers
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers
Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders
We come together on the subway cars
Diversity unified, whoever you are
We’re doing fine on the One and Nine line
On the L we’re doin’ swell
On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss
‘Cause we’re thorough in the boroughs and that’s a must
I remember when the Duece was all porno flicks
Running home after school to play PIX * 1
At lunch I’d go to Blimpies down on Montague Street
And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet
Dear New York I hope you’re doing well
I know a lot’s happen and you’ve been through hell
So, we give thanks for providing a home
Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves
Testi Canzoni
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
The L.I.E. the B.Q.E
Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D.
Get my BVD’s from VIM
You know I’m reppin’ Manhattan the best I can
Stopped off at Bleeker Bob’s got thrown out
Sneakin’ in at 4:00 am after going out
You didn’t rob me in the park at Dianna Ross
But everybody started looting when the light went off
From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge
From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge
From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side
From 1010 WINS to Live At Five
Dear New York this is a love letter
To you and how you brought us together
We can’t say enough about all you do
‘Cause in the city were ourselves and electric too
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from
Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem
To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met
Before they moved on down to the Upper West
I see you’re still strong after all that’s gone on
Life long we dedicate this song
Just a little something to show some respect
To the city that blends and mends and tests
Since 911 we’re still livin’
And lovin’ life we’ve been given
Ain’t nothing gonna take that away from us
Were lookin’ pretty and gritty ’cause in the city we trust
Dear New York I know a lot has changed
2 towers down but you’re still in the game
Home to many rejecting know one
Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they’re from
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
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July 12, 2008 at 5:25 am
· Filed under Solid Gold Hits ·Tagged A.D.R.O.C.K., D. For, Dynomite, M.I.K.E, Masterpiece, Stevie, The Crowd
If You Can Feel What I’m Feeling Then It’s A Musical Masterpiece
But If You Can Hear What I’m Dealing With Then That’s Cool At Least
What’s Running Through My Mind Comes Through In My Walk True
Feelings Are Shown From The Way That I Talk And This Is Me, Y’All-
I M.C., Y’All My Name Is M.C.A. And I Still Do What I Please And
Now I’d Like To Introduce I’ll Pass The Mic To D. For A Fist Full Of Truth
The Name Is D., Y’All And I Don’t Pay And I Can Rock A Block Party
‘Til Your Hair Turns Grey “So, What You Sayin’?” I Explode On Site
And Like Jimmy Walker I’m “Dynomite” And Now I’d Like To Pass
The Mic So Adrock C’mon And Do Anything You Like
I’m The A.D.R.O.C.K. In The Place With The Bass I’m Going
All The Way I Can’t Stop Y’All Tick Tock Y’All And If You Think
That You’re Slick You’ll Catch A Brick Y’All ‘Cause I’m A Turn It In
And I’m A Turn It Out But For Now I’ve Got To Pass The Mic To Yauch
Well On And On And On And On I Can’t Stop Y’All ‘Til The Early Morn’
So Rock Rock Y’All Tick Tock Y’All To The Beat Y’All
C’mon And Rock Y’All
I Give Thanks For Inspiration It Guides My Mind Along The Way
A Lot Of People Get Jealous, They’re Talking About Me
But That’s Just ‘Cause They Haven’t Got A Thing To Say
Everybody’s Rapping Like It’s A Commercial Actin’ Like Life Is A
Big Commercial So This Is What I’ve Got To Say To You All Be True To
Yourself And You Will Never Fall And Now I’d Like To Pass The Mic To
The A So What’s Your Name, Yauch? My Name Is M.C.A. I’ve Been
Coming To Where I Am From The Get Go Find That I Can Groove
With The Beat When I Let Go So Put Your Worries On Hold Get Up
And Groove With The Rhythm In Your Soul And Now I’d Like To
Pass The Mic To My Brother Adrock C’mon And Shine Like A Light
Yes Yes Y’All And Yes Yes Y’All I’m Always On Time Never The Less
Y’All And That’s Right Y’All, I Shed Light Y’All I’ve Got No Time In
My Life To Get Uptight Y’All So What You Gonna Say That I Don’t
Know Already? I’m Like Clyde And I’m Rockin’ Steady But Time Flies
When You’re Having Fun So Mike D C’mon And Get Some
M.I.K.E. To The D. You Come And See Me And You Pay A Fee Do What I
Do Professionally To Tell The Truth I Am Exactly What I Want To Be
Now Ad-Rock And M.C.A. Let’s Rock This Joint In The Old School Way
Well I’m On ‘Til The Crack Of Dawn Mowing Down M.C.’s
Like I’m Mowing A Lawn I Go Off Like Nothing Can Phase Me
You Think We’ll Ever Meet Stevie? One Of These Days, D.
But I Can Stand My Ground And I Am Down To Wax An M.C.
Who Acts Like A Clown But For Now, I’d Like To Ask You
How You Like The Feel Of The Bass In Your Face In The Crowd
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